The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Chapter 517

Rosalie had returned alone those days, which was fine, but it so happened that Calvin sent her home that day. At that moment, Calvin held Rosalie’s hands as they looked at each other, making them look like a couple.

Carlos only hoped that Calvin and Rosalie would separate quickly. He wondered what Jonathan would do if they stayed there like that.

Rosalie walked to the rental home with a box of pancakes. Then, she took the key from her bag and opened the door. Just when she was about to push the door open, someone else’s hand did that ahead of her.

Rosalie was startled and turned around hurriedly, only to see that Jonathan had stood behind her at some point.

“When did you come here?” she asked in surprise.

That day, he wore a thin, light-colored sweater and black trousers. Coupled with his handsome face, he looked like a gentle and noble young man. However, his face was grim, tinged with depression, struggle, and hostility.

She instinctively felt a sense of crisis, as if the man before her, at that moment, was dangerous, and she might be hurt if she was not cautious.

“Why? Won’t you invite me in?” His cold voice sounded slowly.

“It’s getting late now…” She wanted to reject him, but he leaned closer to her.

Rosalie subconsciously stepped back while Jonathan stepped forward until he entered the house and closed the door of the rental home.

Bang!

With the sound of the door closing, the room suddenly became extremely quiet.

Rosalie took a deep breath and asked, “What’s the matter?”

in her hand. “Did Calvin give

realized he might have seen Calvin walk her to the door just

together?” Jonathan asked again and continued to

pressed against the wall

both sides of her body and lowered his head. His charming eyes had turned

Is that

her hands were grabbed by his. His fingertips gently stroked her hands, and he murmured, “When he touched you here earlier, you didn’t resist.

was because it was Calvin. At that moment, she could not help wondering whether her life would be different if she

it doesn’t mean he can’t hold my hand. Just like

holding my hand?” Rosalie retorted.

aren’t

expression changed instantly, and he pulled her into the

and shouted, “Jonathan, what are

turned on the faucet on the sink, and

He

put

them with soap, and washed them over and over again as if he was going to rinse off all the

many times her hands had been washed, but they were beginning to hurt. “Jonathan, that’s

the towel beside the sink, and carefully dried her hands. “Next time, don’t let Calvin

of the scene he saw at the entrance of the residential area earlier, he could not bear it, and his body seemed to be filled with jealousy. He was afraid that she would really fall in

that will

while before she let out a laugh. “Should I still be in

and Jonathan raised